What is Love

WHAT IS LOVE

Love is a slow kiss goodnight
It is anticipation.

Love is an imperfection in yourself not bothering you.
It is acceptance.

Love is passing up an opportunity
because the time isn't right yet.
It is patience.

Love is a back massage that starts above
the hairline and ends around the innersoles.
It is exploration.

Love is not having to say, "Lets make love",
because you know what the other person wants.
It is understanding.

Love is being given an honest chance to say no
when you thought you were committed.
It is consideration.

Love is saying the perfect phrase to make a solemn
embrace dissolve into giggles.
It is humor.

Love is being told, "Stop and I'll kill you".
It is desire.

Love is reviewing the damage to your living room
and realizing personal effects are strewn in a
clockwise pattern from the front door
to the bedroom.
It is abandonment.

Love is seeing what your lover really looks like
for the first time.
It is truth.

Love is knowing what time it is and not caring.
It is joy.

Love is the arms around you tightening their embrace.
It is ecstasy.

Love is telling a person,
if you have to leave,
you will let them sleep,
and being told they would rather be awakened.
It is tenderness.

Love is waking up to find the subject
of the dream you were having
asleep on your shoulder.
It is where fantasy meets reality.

Love is being there to wake your lover....slowly.
It is sensuousness.

Love is belatedly knowing why you bought a king size
bed three years ago.
It is practicality.

Love is two people only taking up a third
of a king size bed.
It is closeness.

Love is knowing you gave the extra set of keys
to the right person.
It is trust.

Love is saying goodbye and knowing you will be back
by mutual consent.
It is faith.

Love is stretching your arms and discovering the real
meaning of the word "sore".
It is a lesson in human frailty.

Love is opening your medicne cabinet
and finding your toothpaste turned into a pretzel.
It is adaption.

Love is sitting at the window, looking out,
and remembering who you were with the night before.
It is reflection.

Love is hearing the weather forecast for a winter
storm, and wishing you could spend it in bed
with your lover.
It is loneliness.

Love is stories that will never be told.
It is personal.

Love is a slow kiss goodnight.

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